Archive for

There is a scene in 3 Idiots where newly born R.Madhavan is in his crib and his dad proudly proclaims ‘Mera beta engineer banega’. Though I am not sure about the rest of the movie,I think this particular part is pretty close to reality. If you were born in one of the IIT-bearing cities of India or cities like Kota, you’ll know what I’m talking about. I was born in one such city and was a part of the majority that, accidently or by divine intervention of Lord Vishwakarma, lands in an engineering college. Not that I wanted to be an engineer. In fact I tried really hard not to become one – which shouldn’t have been too difficult considering my hatred for mathematics.…

- when you can’t choose between Rafi and Kishore – when all you want to do is to close the door and wish it never opens again – when a random song reminds you of Bhishma Pitamah – when you stop laughing and realize it’s too early to do that – when that last shred of food stuck in your teeth is successfully dislodged and suddenly, you have nothing to do for the rest of the night – when you lose the count of how many times you have erased this blog post and written it again. That awkward moment.

- I’ve been as busy as a divorced bee – forwarding emails and cc’ing the wrong people. So much so that I’ve had ‘no time to stand and stare’. And since there hasn’t been any staring, there hasn’t been much blogging too. My to-do list is now officially longer than all the drafts of the JLB* put together. – I had a brief encounter with IRCTC recently which will be discussed in greater detail later. – In related news, I have successfully acquired tickets for Nagpur. I’ll be in the orange city for the Independence Day Long Weekend(IDLW). If you are around, give me a shoutout and come and meet me. I don’t have transport in Nagpur. – Twitter relocated me to New Twitter.…

I love Twitter more than I love Facebook. I remember days on spent on Twitter: hashtags, earthquakes, conversations, the U2 live concert. Happy and sad memories. Facebook never offered me any such moment. Until this. Two things: One, obviously I am bad at punning. Two, we moved on to Chemistry. This is how it looked. Knuts indeed. P.S.: Dear Sandy, Valerie and Sunny, that was the best time I ever had on Facebook. Ever. Love, Tantanoo P.P.S: Comments on my sad punning skills will be fed to Blast-ended Skrewts